October 8th, 2005 by artist-here
Tell me that it isn’t true
That wasn’t you
That wasn’t me
Tell me it was just a dream
The gasps, the moans, the sweet release
The wet sheen of sweat on your skin
Tell me that it never happened
Never did, and won’t again
Nothing has changed
Tell me, that moment, so surreal
Had no purchase in what is real
We’re still the same
Tell me you won’t try to force it
Make me acknowledge or commit
Don’t make me run– run away
Let’s just pretend it’s still the same
Because I refuse to play this game
Of disappointment, heartbreak, sorrow- just let it go
And if you love me…
If you love me, don’t tell me- don’t tell me
Because I don’t want to know.
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May 31st, 2005 by artist-here
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May 21st, 2005 by artist-here
SEX IS A TEMPTATION
CAUSED BY A SENSATION
WHEN A MAN PUTS HIS DICTATION
IN A WOMAN’S VENTILATION
DO YOU GET MY CONVERSATION?
OR DO YOU NEED A DEMONSTRATION?
SKY IS BLUE
WATER IS WET
I’LL MAKE YOU CUM
I’LL MAKE YOU SWEAT
PRESSED AGAINST MY BODY
MOVIN UP AND DOWN
SLOWLY BUT FIRMLY
WE WILL MOVE THE GROUND
SEX IS EVIL
SEX IS A GAME
ONE NIGHT OF PASSION
NINE MONTHS OF PAIN
BABY’S A BASTARD
FATHERS A GIT
ALL BECAUSE THE CONDOM SPLIT!
SEX IS LIKE MATH
YOU SUBTRACT THE CLOTHES
ADD THE BED
DIVIDE THE LEGS
THEN MULTIPLY!
ROSES ARE RED
GRASS IS GREEN
OPEN YOUR LEGS
AND I’LL FILL YOU WITH CREAM
HICKERY DICKERY DOC
DIS BYTCH WAS SUCKIN MY COCK
THE CLOCK STRUCK TWO
I DUMPED MY GOO
AND DUMPED HER AT DA END OF THE BLOCK!!!
SEX IS GOOD
SEX IS FINE
DOGGY STYLE OR 69
JUST FOR FUN
OR GETTING PAID
EVERYONE LIKES GETTING LAID
SEX IS EVIL
SEX IS A SIN
SINS ARE FORGIVEN
SO STICK IT IN!!!
———–i don’t know where i get this poem but i’m sure it’s funny..and enough to make you smile..
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May 3rd, 2005 by artist-here
Bente-tres na oras na lang ang hinihintay ng aking mata bago mangyari ang pinaka-aasam kong sandali.
Mula sa pinakamaliit na litid ng aking mga mata ay aking nakikita ang direksiyon ng puting ulap at ang pabagu-bagong kulay ng kaitaasan na animo’y nagbabanta at nagsasabing malapit nang mangyari ang bagay na iyon.
Kahit anong gawin ko ay hindi ko maabutan ang bagay na pinakaaasam kong makita. Na para akong isang nilalang na unti-unting tinutusok ng matutulis na bakal at unti-unting tinatakpan at pinuputol ang aking mumunting litid na dinadaluyan ng aking dugo na siyang halos nagpapatakbo ng aking paghinga na wari’y ayaw imulat ang aking mga mata at patayuin ako mula sa aking kinahihigaan.
Bumangon, lumabas ng bahay at naglakad ako upang kahit man lng sandali ay mawala sa isip ko ang aking pinaghihimutok..lahat ng taong aking makakasalubong kahit di ko kakilala ay aking kinakausap. Naglakad ako sa ilalim ng galit na galit at nagliliyab na na araw na pakiwari ko ay gusto akong sunugin at gawing abo upang di ko na makita ang pinaka-aasam ko. Di ko na alam ang gagawin at di ko na kaya ang lakas ng hagupit ng init mula kay Haring Araw..unit-unting nang naglalabasan sa aking balat na animo’y isang dugo na siyang magiging dahilan ng aking pagkawalan ng kamalayan.
Lumihis ako ng landas patungo sa isang lugar na kahit alam kong mayroong iba’t ibang klase ng nilalang ay sinigurado ko sa sarili ko na ito ang magiging panangga ko sa init ng hagupit ng araw.
Sa paglapat ng aking likod sa mainit-init na sementong upuan ay parang may pwersang nag-udlot sa akin na ipikit ang aking mga mata at ang sumunod ay di na abot ng aking alaala. Naalimpungatan ako nang marinig ko ang makabasag-tengang busina ng kakarag-karag na dyip. Bigla na lamang akong napatunghay ang aking ulo at nakakita ako ng isang tindahang hindi ko alam kung anong meron sa loob nito.Naramdaman kong natalo na at nawala na ang galit ng araw at tuluyan nang naglaho sa pagbuga ng maitim na kulay ng kalangitan. Napabaling ulit ang aking atensyon sa tindahang aking nakita. At naramdaman kong kinakain na ng aking malaking sikmura ang maliit kong sikmura na nag-uudlok sa akin na pumunta at pumasok sa pintong iyon.
Nakakasialw na ilaw at di mabilang na nilalang ang aking nakita. Umupo ako sa isang bakanteng lamesa at nilapitan ako ng isang lalaking bigotilyo at ibinigay sa akin ang isang papel na puro pagkain ang nakalaman. Kumakalam na ang aking sikmura kaya sinabi ko sa lalaki na bigyan ako ng pansit at nakita ko sa isang bahagi na puro alak ang nakalista. Himingi ako sa lalaking bigotilyo na bigyan ako ng sampung alak. Sampung pulang kabayo ang aking hiningi kahit ngaun lamang ako iinom ng nakakalasing na inumin. Nakikita ko kc sa mga kapatid ko na ito yung iniinom nila kapag sila ay mayroong problema. Tinungga ko lahat upang aking makalimutan ng panandaliang panahon ang aking pinaghihimutok.
Umiikot ang aking undo nang ako ay bumalik sa aming tahanan. Hindi ko na maalala kung anong oras yumapak ang aking paa sa harapan ng aming mumunting tahanan. At ang sumunod ay hindi ko na alam.
Buwaaakkk!!… ito ang salitang lumabas sa aking nangingining na labi habang nakatungo ang aking umiikot na ulo sa labas ng aking bintana. Mapait..bigla kong naalala ang aking pinakamimithing makita. Napatingala ako habang umiikot ang aking mundo na wari’y nasa isang roleta ako sa perya. Sa pagtingala kong iyon sa kalangitan ay nasilaw ako sa tindi ng liwanag sa itaas. Sa pagtingala kong yaon ay bigla na lamang umagos ang tubig mula sa bukal na nasa aking mga mata sa aking nakita. Ang aking pinakamimithing makita ay nakita ko na. Ang pagsikat ng araw.

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April 27th, 2005 by artist-here
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April 27th, 2005 by artist-here
(collected by schools from all over the country) with incompetent children or should it be the other way around…
10. John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.
9. Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by
very close veins.
8. Please excuse Ray Friday from school. He has very loose vowels.
7. Please excuse Pedro from being absent yesterday. He had (diahre)
(dyrea) (direathe) the shits. [words in ()s were crossed out.]
6. Sally wont be in school a week from Friday. We have to attend her
Funeral.
5. Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could
not breed well.
4. Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover.
3. Maryann was absent December 11-16, because she had a fever, sore
throat, headache and upset stomach. Her sister was also sick, fever and sore
throat, her brother had a low grade fever and ached all over. I wasnt
the best either, sore throat and fever. There must be something going
around, her father even got hot last night.
2. Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick and I had her shot.
1. Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get
the Sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it Monday, we thought
it was Sunday.
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April 27th, 2005 by artist-here
Panic of what’s to come
and rhythmatic restlessness
my air supply is shallow
as I tend to your wetness
AND ALL YOU CAN DO NOW IS SCREAM
And whimper in your bliss
of arousal
I did it, I did it to you
just how you wanted
please just let this …
last another day or two
even if I’m alone
Hollers escape your chest
and I’m feeling free
the idea of my hard on
just makes you want to
have at me
Maybe you’re aggressive
but
You’d be the best lay
I’ve ever had
bruises plastered on your ass
as you spank yourself
thinking about me
Hang low
and when I beat my wood
look at your picture, pretty please
I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m youuuuuuuuuur-
Okay… I’m done with you now
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April 25th, 2005 by artist-here
I am the night.
Let me wrap my arms around you.
In a gentle embrace I will hole you
And sing you my lullaby.
Together we shall walk
Through dew encrusted fields.
Hand in hand we’ll wander
Beneath the twinkling stars.
Dawn nears,
I shall take my silent leave.
The cool night air
Kisses your cheek.
I will crawl into the hills,
where I take a final glance
At the world, which is glowing
With the light of the coming day.
I dream of dusk,
When I may return.
And we shally walk together again.
I will wait.
For I am the night.
——–RuneElf
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